A/N: Well, I didn't want to freak her out or nothin', what with this being a lemon and all, but I knew she liked the first one so this sequel is sort of dedicated to Suki-has-way-too-many-numbers-in-her-pen-name. (-checks-) 9870. I mean, I know I'm thrilled, having lemons written sortakinda for me, but I think it's been established I'm a huge mondo pervert so I'm not the best standard to judge other people by.

Warning, they do the horizontal tango. And get incredibly mushy. This is 100% fanservice, don't expect anything else that might ever make sense, ever. Porn is hard to write. (-dies-) Especially with poor innocent Piper. I'm never writing a lemon with her again. Maybe never any porn ever. Akdfghsdfghsdkfg.

Enjoy(? Is that the right thing to say for a story like this... well, whatever floats your boat...).

"Hello little boys, little toys/ We're the dreams you'll believe in/ Crawling up the walls/ Running down your face/ Razor sharp, razor clean/ Feel the weapon's sensation/ On your back.../ With loaded guns/ Now hold on to me pretty baby/ If you wanna fly/ I'm gonna melt the fever, sugar/ Rolling back your eyes./ We're gonna ride the race cars/ We're gonna dance on fire/ We're the girls Le Disko/ Supersonic overdrive."

- "Le Disko" by Shiny Toy Guns (the music video is sexy. More videos should have gigantic preying mantises.)

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Bzzzpt. CRACK!

"Aaargh!"

I toss the goggles aside in frustration as the red crystal in front of me implodes and turns into dust. "I just can't figure this out!" Turning a baleful glare at my poltergeist, I wish she weren't asleep right now so that I could ask her for help. Her previous memories of crystals were always useful- those times she could remember them. I felt her previous life turning into fuzz as the experiences and sensations of this world began to take her over. Yet I'd managed to glean a lot from her, and always did so whenever I had the chance.

Letting loose another sigh, I flounce onto the bed myself, the movement causing her to bounce and roll to the side, totally comatose. I prod her playfully in the ribs, trying to get a rise out of her, but it's like lying next to a chunk of stone. "Hey, you," I murmur to her, putting my arms around her chest from behind and pulling her so that her back rested against me. "You're going to develop weird activity patterns if you sleep during the day and rise at night."

And, to my surprise, I feel her stir. "Only you would describe life as an activity pattern," she mumbles, her muscles twitching as she wakes.

I grin. "Ooh, you're awake!" I say, delighted, squeezing her tighter. Now she can help me with this crystal that's giving me such a hard time.

"Yep, fully charged. Cat napping is good."

I try not to agree with her, my nose pressed against the back of her head, inhaling deeply. We lie there for quite some time, and I feel myself getting drowsy. Shaking it off is hard, especially since Lark is like a small portable heater and always just toasty enough to get me relaxed "Mmm, I hate taking naps," I remember and mumble against her, feeling her dry, warm hands clasp over mine to keep them locked around her abdomen. A happy purple spark pops at the physical contact. "It's such a... time... waster."

"What?" she demands, sharply turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. There's a brief moment of awkward shuffling as she turns around in my arms so we could be face to face, and then we have to work to get comfortable again. While that bit of crucial strategic maneuvering is going on she keeps on talking. "Are you insane? Naps are amazing. I'd nap all day if I could- as I was trying to do before you started jumping on the bed and poking me. Hm." That final, authoritative note was her as she found my breasts happened to be excellent pillows and made use of them.

That woke me up better than her words did. "Hey!" I protest, heat rushing to my face just as surely as strands of purple electricity jump down my body, spreading from the point of contact. Lark's eyes snap open to follow the trail, face unreadable; I try to ignore it. "Aw, come on," I say, trying to pry her loose. "Get out of bed and do something productive; I promise you'll feel just as good as if you'd taken a time-wasting nap."

As though contemplating the answer itself, a single coil of twitching energy stands in a jagged arc with each of us serving as separate poles of this monochrome rainbow. Lark's answer in the end is to kiss me, and it's a hard argument to counter. Then her hands switch from being locked around me to resting on my hips, fingers starting to curl under the waist band of my pants. "Well, who says..." all of a sudden, she yanks my lower section up against hers. "...staying in bed..." her lips hover in front of mine, and my throat goes dry in expectation. "...is... unproductive?"

And a veritable lightning storm explodes across my body.

She laughs, pulling away before I could close the distance between us, eliciting a whine from me. "I love it when that happens," she says with a serene smile, stroking my face before grabbing a bolt of lightning and pulling it towards her chest. She closes her eyes as my energy starts to envelop her too.

God damn it. She is so, so, evil. "Oh, shut up," I cry in humiliation, zipping out of the bed and back to my workstation. The stream of energy between us fizzes out. "It's not my fault I've got sensitive skin!" I try to reach for a new crystal but she teleports right in front of me, grabbing me by the wrist of my outstretched hand. Curls of lightning snap between us, buzzing and crackling on her skin as well as mine, only this time she didn't have to draw them from me.

Lark's a bit like a boulder on a hill. Once you get her started on that downward path, you're going to be hard pressed to get her to stop. From figuring out a tricky scientific equation to teeth-clenching, mind-numbing sex (god, it's been a while since we last had sex...), it was all or nothing. "I think we both know the lightning doesn't mean you're ticklish, Piper dear." And then she starts to sing. "You're in the moooood..."

Nnnnyyyr-zip!zip!

The whining tendrils speak for themselves, but Lark just stands there, chin lowered disarmingly, eyes focused on me, waiting for an answer from my own lips. Unwilling to admit defeat, I purse my lips and frown at her. Her eyebrows waggle in response. Just to catch her off guard, I completely relax, tilt my head to the side, and smile at her.

"You know what?" I say. "You're right." Then, before she can respond, I push her against my desk, the acrid, stinging cloud of my burnt-out crystal still in the air. Reversing her grip on my wrist, I grab both her hands and pin them to the top of the desk, now face to grinning face with my poltergeist. "And what are you gonna do about it?" I ask her in a daring whisper, moving forward to pull on her bottom lip with my teeth.

Another loud whine from the lightning sounds; skin fizzing and tingling, I feel her lips catch mine, kissing gently, teasing and suckling. Hotter than usual, her skin warms up even more when I slowly start to kiss down the side of her face to her neck and then back to her mouth again, unable to keep myself from them for long. I try to get inside, flicking my tongue over her lips. A malicious glee lights up inside her as she pulls away, her kisses nothing more than ghosts themselves. I growl, biting again, even sending her a note of my frustration at her lack of response. "Careful, I bite back," is followed by a forceful nip to remind me she wasn't lying.

"Ow!" I jerk my head back, not trying to Gale her anymore.

Smugly grinning, one foot slides up my leg; balancing herself against the desk, she hooks her leg around me, putting us closer to what we both wanted. "Told you."

It's hard to be mad when you're about to have your brain turned into mush, but I make a good effort to at least try. "You didn't have to do it that hard!" I grumble, ignoring the way my heart is pounding, thick and heavy inside my chest, or the way my breath is short from excitement.

I feel her arms tense as she tries to break my grip on her wrists. "The hell I didn't." She starts to wriggle now, her raised foot falling back to the floor for purchase, eyes wide and focused on me with a power-hungry grin. I only hold her down harder, smirking at her, pushing forward with my body until her back is almost resting flat against the table.

"Behave or you don't get anything." This is so much fun...

Two echoing, booming pulses sound deep in my skull. Who says you get to call the shots here? And You're infuriating. The reverberations catch up with me, growing louder, shaking me from the inside out.

Now, I'm pretty sure this isn't normal foreplay, I muse mentally before unable to keep myself from saying, "But you know, I kind of like it..." Quirking one eyebrow up, I try to do to her what she's always been able to do to me- send sensations. I'd done it before, just never in this way, and I try to remember how it feels when I'm on the receiving end. It's a sharp pulse. I snap at her with my mind, maybe a little harder than I meant to, but judging by the way she suddenly jumps, it worked. I try it again, concentrating hard, focusing the feeling with my eyes as the guide. I glance over her face and neck, her shoulders and chest, not pushing so much as letting the sensation spread out like a pool of warm water, going down her body until pushing again, right between her legs.

Hey, I'm getting good at this.

A loud "Oh" is covered up by my mouth, trying to swallow her whole breathless being into my own. She parts her lips- finally- and I dive in, stroking the inner lining of her mouth with my tongue, probing and curious still even though we've kissed like this before countless times. The quiver of her groaning inside my mouth makes me almost violent, rippling gooseflesh erupting over every inch of my skin as I suck and she pulls and our tongues churn around each other, both of us trying to keep enough control over ourselves to continue stroking each other with our minds, putting ourselves in a frenzy without even having taken off our clothes yet.

You've got me spoiled with this thing we've got, you know that?

Yet. As in, not until right now. I let her go to tuck my hands under her shirt, palms spreading wide over the strong, flat smoothness of her belly before reaching up to cup her (admittedly small) breasts. The shirt flies off with ease. If she isn't alive, it's hard to tell by the feel of her, twisting and hot under my hands. Free to roam now, she grabs my by the front of my shirt and pushes me back so that she's standing up straight again before sliding her hands down to work on the buttons to my pants. We desperately try to kill all the space between us, to fill the gap with our bodies and our hands or, failing that, the simple cries and murmurings that escape my mouth. She reverts to transmitting raw emotion through the link we shared, starbursts of exhilaration, glee, and something deep and dark that felt like hunger but was too sharp in all the wrong places. She puts her leg around me again- we stop kissing to look at each other, and the dark feeling spikes when I see the way her heavy eyelids do nothing to pin back the possessive desire, that hunger.

I want you now.

I hold her leg in place with one hand, pawing at her breast with the other as we grind against each other in mindless need, the kisses getting more and more forceful, my breath going rough around the edges and all the while the lightning storm hovers around us, trembling and shaking and buzzing. The purple light casts shadows over Lark's face and my hands pulling off her shirt, touching her all over.

Hmm. You're having too much fun.

Until she passes right through my hands like smoke, leaving me bewildered and alone. I almost fall face-first onto the desk, still trying to keep her there, but catch myself on the edge of it before I break anything important (like, say, my face). Then I hear a popping noise behind me and a force tackles me from behind. Pale hands grab mine, tightly holding them to my chest. "Boo," she says, and I swear I can hear the grin in her voice. Let's see how you like being on the bottom. Soft, gloating laughter and her teeth on the back of my neck, sending prickles all the way down my spine.

" L-Lark." My reaction is a surprise to me as well as to her- I feel the blinking confusion swarm around her as I squirm, stomach twisting. That felt... weird.

Well, it's a... maybe not realizing how much it bothered me the first time, or maybe trying to see if the second time is the charm, she plants another kiss on the back of my neck. My happy cloud dissipates as I, startled, try to buck away from her. ...Sorry, I guess it's a scary place to get touched.

A wholly unwelcome shudder rolls through me, but she doesn't let me go, instead tilting her head to kiss the side and base of my neck, then running her tongue all the way up to the shell of my right ear, nipping just hard enough to restart the momentum after that awkward moment. "Sorry," she whispers again, out loud for extra emphasis, gently rocking me from side to side. All of a sudden I feel like the guilty one, for not trusting her enough to feel comfortable with her touching the most vulnerable spot on my body. And of course she feels my guilt and lets me go so I can turn around and make a face at her.

"Hey, it's just an instinct or something," I reassure her, reaching forward to dig my hands deep into her back pockets, pulling her towards me again. "I trust you."

She locks her arms around my neck. You trust me, she sends with a vague sense of amusement. She's still got the vestiges of a smile, but it drains away bit by bit until, for some reason, she seems to be the vulnerable one. She steps forward, touching my face with one hand and seeking my eyes with hers, sudden doubt swimming in them.

Do you love me?

The shock hits me, a rolling sensation like the swing-the-hammer games on Terra Neon. It starts in my belly and crashes up into my cranium, leaving me dazed. I'm unable to say anything- unable to fathom why she would choose now to say this, when we'd had sex before without bringing it up- unable to shake the feeling of holy shit, this is the first time she's-

I kiss her again, a more tender kiss, letting all my warm, quiet devotion spread over her like a wave. Her hand moves from my cheek to run through my hair, a plaintive, helpless noise escaping her with the sudden mutual realization between us of how deep our affection had grown... and more importantly the fact that this totally meant she had gone soft. Her self-awareness burns and she pulls free to bump her forehead against my shoulder. Ugh, I hate myself right now.

That startles a chuckle out of me. Then I pull my lips free to rest my forehead against hers, my arms around her waist, hers around my shoulders, and we gently sway together as though we are dancing. "I love you," I whisper out loud, closing my eyes.

Lark suddenly stops and stumbles backwards, putting her hands at her throat and pretending to choke. "Hurf."

I stomp one foot, glaring at her. "Oh, very mature."

"Indeed I am." She crosses her arms, a slew of emotions combating inside her for dominance. Anger always tried to mask everything else like a thick red fog, but I wasn't so stupid as to not see right through her little facade. She was embarrassed at herself for the display of weakness. "Still. I completely ruined the mood with that and you made it worse!" she accuses me. "Don't you know when I start mooning like a silly bitch you're supposed to slap me?"

"Oh, so we're starting a BDSM routine now?"

I was only joking, but she seems to take it seriously. She glances away, disgruntled. "No, no," she says, waving the thought away. "I don't see the appeal of hurting anybody, anymore..."

I can only shake my head, amazed. Then I step forward, grabbing her arms and settling them around me again, complaining, "You're too far away," before firmly trapping her mouth with mine. Her eyes close, but I (creepy as this may sound) keep mine open just a slit, just to see her smooth white face. Then a shocking purple jolt hits me right behind my eyes, squeezing a sharp exhale from me. We're at it again, pushing and stroking, building up quickly to where we had left off, and I try to push her down onto the chair in front of the desk but before I know it the ground had slipped from under me. I'm horizontal, then poomf, I land... right onto the cushy springs of my bed. She had teleported us somehow, with me winding up under her again.

Oh, you're just plain being devious now.

I've been dying to try that out, she confesses, helping me pull my shirt off over my head, resting her hand on the bare skin of my collarbone, fingers brushing over my cheek before settling in my hair again, stroking it gently. She pulls it free from my head band, laughing at the amount of gel I use and mussing it up now, much to my chagrin. I hold up my arms, trying to stop her, and wrap my legs around hers, catching her off guard and flipping us over. Somehow we get caught up in that, wrestling for dominance, shushing each other at a sudden shriek of laughter (even though the others would only be likely to hear me), and pausing every so often just to kiss. The clothes start to fly, and I think, This is how it should be.

This is, after all, only the third time we'd done this. The first one was tense experimentation, layered with fear and excitement in equal doses. The second time had been so... real. Good, but different than the first time which had been mainly mental. I paid attention to every detail then, unable to stop myself from being a scientist- is she corporeal? Is this sweat on my hands, on my tongue, or something she's putting in my head to make her feel the way humans are supposed to feel? And, of course, there was a sort of absurdity to it I couldn't shake off- all this groping and grabbing, touches and kisses- all of it the action without the result, the fact that this sexual feeling was supposed to be accompanied by pregnancy, planted seeds and meaning- and here we were, two creatures at play.

And then there's now. All of that ran through my head in just the second it took me to relax, go limp in her arms and just look in her eyes as the pressure builds inside us both, ready to pop. I feel her hand on my outer thigh, tracing circles with one finger, scooting closer as we lie side-by-side, facing each other. I hold her face up against mine, and we start to kiss again even as I feel her hand creep under the fabric of my underwear. Ooh, you shaved, she notes with a grin, leaning forward to nip my ear.

I felt the need to defend myself- well it wasn't like I was planning this or anyth- but I stop completely when I feel her slip through the outer lips, stroking me on the inside. No matter how much she toys around with my mind and my nerves, nothing is as so stimulating as the real thing. My hips jerk forward; her tongue slides over the shell of my ear. "I can go further, if you want..." she says out loud, breath warm, one single finger tracing back and forth, slow and... and hot, there was no other word for it. It wasn't teasing, just steadily erotic with the promise of more. I remember she wants an answer and manage to choke out, "Y-yes."

" Well, if you're sure..." she says with a grin, I retort with a strong pulse of pleasure in her direction, causing her to jump a little from the force of it. I shift while she's surprised, moving so that I was on top of her, holding her hand and guiding it, stroking harder against the wet outer walls. I can't keep myself from moaning, not even with my teeth clenched. Rolling over again, stands of thick black hair tickle my face as takes her hand away, a thick trail of my own wetness stretching between her fingers and me. She tries to see how far it'll stretch, dry amusement written all over her thoughts. When it snaps she goes back for more, digging deep into me, rubbing me on the hot, pulsing center between my legs, penetrating me, exploring deep inside while I arch my hips upward in tandem with her movements, churning tongue and nibbling teeth over her sensitive neck, my hands running over her shoulders to stroke her back, palm her butt gently before giving it a good squeeze and making her laugh.

Sitting up, she reaches behind her for my hands and runs them over her breasts, feeling her nipples erect and dry, over the soft skin of her belly, to spread lower lower lips and caress her. A lengthy, content sigh escapes her, her body bobbing up and down on top of me. Like static electricity, the lightning snaps between us, sending bursts of pleasure each time. I lift one leg around her, my hands smoothing over her thighs as I press my lower section against hers, rubbing our clits together in need.

It's an empowering sensation to know exactly how close your partner is to climaxing. And when we move together, the barriers between our minds start to meld and I feel what she feels as surely as if it were happening to me, so that it start to not matter who's touching who. Either way, it's a bit like jumping off a cliff. There's never a fluid transition- at least, not in the few times I've experienced it, I've heard it's sorta different to different people. But there is an edge for me and her, and it's sharp. And unmistakable- like the precipice of a rocky outcropping. Rather than falling down she rises up; fear is replaced with groaning desire.

Ah, yeah. I love this, yanking her away from the cliff edge last minute, just as she was there, windmilling her arms for balance, unable to actually take a leap there, unsure if that would produce the same effect. I bite down on her shoulder, telling her silently to stop and wait a moment. And for a moment, she doesn't. She wants to keep going, knowing it was right there for her to reach. I wait for her to come back to me and attempt to still her breathing, kissing the bruise I had left on her skin.

But it doesn't take long for me to start again, and this time we don't stop. Maybe I could have let her dangle there a few more times, but I'm not so sure I can keep myself from falling as well, and I want to see her come before me. I lift my finger to her mouth, coated in her scent and wetness, let her bite it as hard as she likes. Her hips arching up and her body twisting every which way, a few moments of ecstasy so intense she couldn't take in enough air to make noise. Just watching her sends me tumbling down that edge after her, smoothing the ride along with my own fingers, trying to coax it out so that it can last longer.

Finally I lie with my head resting on her stomach, softly tracing the inside of her thigh and in between her legs, feeling the twitching heat soften to a contended rumble deep inside us.

I don't want to talk just yet, but she murmurs, "...You know, we should try and find out how to do that multiple orgasm thing..."

I quirk my eyebrow up.

"What? If you got it, use it."

"I read it's kinda difficult."

"Can't be that difficult." Ghostly fingers reach inside my mind, swimming through the aisles and rows of information I keep stored away. The sex stupor doesn't fade so much as condense and quicken as she reaches deeper, her interest piqued by what she finds. "Well that doesn't sound difficult at all.." she lets the last syllable trail off suggestively, sliding my head off her belly and getting on top of me, her teeth making their way along my jawline to the lobe of my ear.

I sigh, giggle, my movements still a little languid as I run my hands over her hips and back. "Already up for round two?"

"Piper, that's a stupid question."

Grabbing her by the wrists, I sit up straight, leaning into her with what I hope is a sultry smirk. "Well then maybe we should stop talking."

Her excitement spikes.

"Just try to keep up with me," I say around her lips, which are already greedily sucking on mine. Pushing me back down onto the mattress, I can tell she wants to keep me there, her grip strong and demanding that I give in.

Well, if she thinks I'm going down without a fight, she's got another thing coming...